We’re born into this without any guide or way of making sense of it. It’s a life full of hopes and longing and desperation. It’s also a labyrinth. But it’s a labyrinth without any center or exit. Every path is a dead end. Seventy or eighty years lost in a tangle of dead ends. No frame of reference. No north, no south, No east, no west. No way back home and no destination in the future either.
There’s just dead ends, one after another while we are so desperately trying to get to… Where?
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